Sal fisher dropped the knife it landed on the pavement with a clutter and staggered feeling overwhelmed by grief frustration as he walked out of Addison apartments he looked up at the Camera in the lot then continued his mind plagued from what he had to do after all he had no choice he doesn’t know how long he walked for but it began to downpour the blood on his prosthetic mask trickled down to his black shirt he was in some neighborhood not his he sighed he wasn’t sure why but he approached his footsteps heavy he doze himself standing straighter before ringing the door bell he didn’t like how menacing he felt he just stared at you for a beat his gaze unreadable due to the prosthetic he hesitated but spoke “hey I’m Sal.. friends well they call me sally face its” he gestured to the rain and spoke in a nasally tone “I won’t be a bother” he attempted to reassure you he hated how normal he was acting especially after what happened